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You feel something impossibly soft and warm brush the side of your face, like a kiss; like a benediction. It's the lieutenant's glove, smelling of earth and leather conditioner and petrol, and curiously, of pinewood, like the old church. He slides his hand across your cheek, hooks his fingers underneath your chin, and tilts your head skyward with a gentleness that steals the breath from your lungs.
INLAND EMPIRE [Impossible: Success] — It feels like falling in love.
Bookmarked by fazcoin-exe (spikedcollars)
08 Sep 2026
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awesome art included; also made by the author: tumblr post link